WinterA Chapter by Lone Wolf Winter, when the cold breezes blow through the bare trees... Winter... When the trees shiver with a proud beauty. Sun casting a pure white glare... Shining like silver fish in a river... Glinting beautifully.
Winter... When the cold winds howl of storms. When the sky boils light gray... Flakes of white falling from the sky... Drifting down, a soft caress.
Winter... The water in the river freezes to ice. A whisper of blades begins to form... Skid marks of skiers begins to start... The evergreens, richly beautiful against white.
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Lone WolfA Place Where I'll Love Writing. AKA Everywhere. :DAboutSome people don't cry because they are weak... They cry because they have been strong for too long... There's always that time when you face a two-faced friend or an impossible situation you feel li.. more..Writing
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